Topher was five, about to turn six. He was walking with his mother by the edge of the forest. It was very sunny out. they walked around, neither of them without a smile. Topher was very attached to his mother, Ginnifur. Although he did not call her that, he called her mom, like most 5 year olds did. “So mom what is for dinner tonight?” he asked her rubbing his belly
“Probably chicken soup.” she said looking down at him. “Doesn’t that sound good?” she asked.
“Only if you cook it.” Topher replied “I only like your chicken soup.” he was a natural charmer.
“Well it will be my cooking, and your father will be making desert.” she said rolling her eyes. They both knew that even though Perrin said he would be making desert, it wouldn’t be done by him, but they loved him anyway.
They kept walking, coming up on a pond, the pond where the two always went, every Saturday. When the pond was in sight, a possessed unicorn stepped out in front of the two. Topher did not know magic at the time, other wise he would have stopped what happened next.
The unicorn charged at Topher, but right as it was about to hit him, Ginnifur jumped in front, getting impaled in the chest. She had sacrificed herself for his life. The unicorn ran away after that, and Topher knelt down next to his mom, crying. “Mom, wake up, mom” he said through sobs, “mom” he couldn’t believe that she could possibly die, she was his everything.
The next morning Topher woke up thinking it was a nightmare, but when he saw his father alone in bed, he knew that it was real. He climbed up next to Perrin and lay next to him, crying. Perrin stroked his head saying, “It’ll be alright son…”